twisted, turned and pulled taut
that's the state of my broken heart
it hurts worse than a gunshot
least expected and ****, it hits hard
subconsciously falling apart
the thought of disregard
simply stones my aching part

parting I simply do not desire
for my being lusts for you, i'm sired
honestly, I think I'm just getting tired
& I remind myself that this soon, will no longer dire
it's hard though, to not feel
to not care for you, it's a cartwheel
going in circles, without directions
false hope my stone
makes me yearn to quickly be on the other side of the globe

far from thee but still,
what my heart desires will eventually perspire